Popstar Angel (Ft. Giggs)

[Verse 1: AnGel]
Lights off, no games
It's about to get really crazy
Rude boy, gold chain
I'm a pretty damn fly thing I say
Na, I ain't tryna hear a thing
Couldn't pay me to be him
Let loose, boom bang
Take the silence off the thing
Ring ring it sings

[Bridge]
If you label me a gangster
I'll have my trousers down lower then I thank ya
Stereotype nice to meet ya
Put ya slogans on the wall
Can you scream it any louder?

[Hook: AnGel]
I'm a ----- I'm a ----
I'm just whatever you want
He's a snitch he's a fake
He ain't realer than my mate
He's a popstar
Damn right I'm a popstar
He ain't bad cause he sings
Couldn't do a thing
Destined to fail
Did you hear he wen'a jail?
He's a popstar
Damn right I'm a popstar